Daeron was stunned.
It can already breathe fire?
Even Drogon only breathed Dragonfire for the first time in Qarth to protect his mother.
At least ten to fifteen days after birth.
How long has Coraxes been born?
"Hiss!"
Coraxes' demeanor changed drastically, tearing into the fatty parts of the roasted fish with large bites, its eating manner wild and aggressive.
Daeron was indescribably delighted: "Are you exceptionally gifted, born knowing how to breathe fire, or perhaps both?"
He believed it was the latter.
Those rare materials and blood sacrifices were not just talk.
Perhaps his three dragons had even greater talent than Drogon and his brothers.
"I really need to take good care of you all, let you grow wild and strong."
Daeron did not play favorites, pulling out two more sardines.
"Hiss!"
"Hiss..."
Tessaerion and Toothless instantly perked up, pouncing on the fish eagerly before they were fully cooked.
Toothless, wild and untamed, having suffered grievances from Coraxes, secretly stole Tessaerion's food to get back at it.
"Hiss!"
Tessaerion immediately bristled, baring its fangs to attack.
The two young dragons, less than two days old, fought each other, kicking up dust and dirt in front of the cottage.
"Good, full of spirit."
Daeron watched with great interest.
This is how dragons should be.
The fiercer the dragon's temperament, the more ruthless it is in battle.
...
In the evening.
Daeron tidied up the farm, planning the next use of funds.
The initially planted melons had ripened, yielding 48 fruits.
Gold Star ×3, Silver Star ×12, Common ×33.
The Chicken Coop had accumulated 24 large eggs with no one to collect them.
Selling them all would bring a large sum of money.
"Prince, Prince, I'm here!"
Count Owen arrived, panting heavily.
Daeron said, "My lord, you've come at the perfect time."
"If I can help you, that would be wonderful."
Count Owen, as sweet-tongued as ever, rubbed his hands and smiled: "I heard you hatched three young dragons, it's simply astonishing."
"I always knew you must be the one and only true dragon bloodline."
As he spoke, his eyes darted around, searching for traces of the young dragons.
Those were dragons!
He hadn't seen one yet.
"You'll have a chance to see real dragons."
Daeron was certain no one could remain unchanged after seeing a dragon.
Under Count Owen's curious gaze.
He returned to the cottage and brought out thirty-three common-quality melons.
"Prince, what is this?"
Seeing so many special crops at once, Count Owen's eyes nearly popped out.
Even more astonishing was that all these special crops were of the same variety.
"Is this the power of the true dragon bloodline?"
Count Owen brainwashed himself.
Daeron divided the melons into four portions, the smallest containing only three, and pushed it toward the other: "Take these to eat, it's your reward."
Then, he evenly split the remaining melons into portions of ten each.
"The first portion, I want you to take back to The Reach and auction it fairly and justly to the lords of The Reach."
This was to create momentum and attract the nobles of The Reach.
"The second portion, I want you to sell individually to the lords of The Reach and Riverlands, with the price set by you."
The Riverlands was also a gathering place for loyalists of the royal family.
Daeron said calmly: "The final portion, you must cooperate with the first Grand Maester who comes to you. After recruiting Dragon Guards from the Crownlands, use these to reward those loyal and reliable individuals."
"Grand Maester?"
Count Owen's mind hadn't caught up yet, puzzled: "Which of the three ministers is it?"
Colton, Luthor, Tansy...
All three were nobles from the Crownlands. Combined with the prince's mention of recruiting Dragon Guards, it wasn't hard to understand the deeper meaning.
The prerequisite for Dragon Guards was Dragon seeds, followed by individuals of clean background from the Crownlands.
Now that Dragon seeds were scarce, Crownlands nobles were the main force.
Daeron said matter-of-factly: "Whoever comes first, it's them."
With dragons, his status and position were no longer what they used to be.
He didn't need to seek them out; the Grand Maester would come on their own.
"I understand."
Count Owen was filled with respect, but his back straightened for less than three seconds before he nervously said: "But, aren't these special crops too many?"
Taking out thirty at once, and distributing them evenly to nobles of the Crownlands, Riverlands, and The Reach.
The Merryweather family might not be enthusiastic.
Daeron pondered slightly, then turned back to the cottage: "I'll give you two letters, one for Lord Leyton at the Citadel, and one for my uncle Tytos at Ravenswood."
The connections he had built up before were now useful.
Soon, Count Owen left with the letters.
With the prince backing him, he felt much bolder.
The prince had dragons now!
As long as the lords of the Seven Kingdoms weren't foolish, they would have to show some respect before figuring out the lethality of dragons.
"Show when it's time to show, hide when it's time to hide."
Daeron watched Count Owen leave.
He resolved not to let the young dragons leave the farm until they passed their fragile infancy.
When they had enough Deterrence, then he would Deterrence the lords of the Seven Kingdoms.
"There's plenty of time!"
There was about a year left until the hurdle of the Tourney at Harrenhal.
Farming was taking initial shape.
The converted resources were enough for him to recruit Dragon Guards vigorously and accelerate the growth of the young dragons.
There was enough time before Rhaegar went mad.
"You better not go mad!"
Daeron thought deeply, unwilling to take drastic measures.
Peace was the primary production line for development.
...
After three days of quiet,
Daeron received a summons and returned to King's Landing with Toothless.
Aerys' eyes lit up with excitement the moment he saw the dragon that belonged to him.
"Toothless, eat!"
The king had somehow obtained a goat and pushed it toward the black young dragon, eagerly anticipating the scene of Dragonfire burning.
Toothless: "Hiss?"
The little one looked at the goat, then at itself, its green vertical pupils showing a human-like doubt.
I eat a goat?
Aerys wanted to step forward but didn't dare, only urging repeatedly: "Come on, eat it."
Behind him, Varys wore a constipated expression.
Out of professional duty, he whispered: "Could His Majesty be in danger?"
Maester Harvy, acting as the Bachelor of Science (Agent), sweat on his forehead, nervously said: "It... it shouldn't be."
According to the Targaryen family A Brief History, the infancy of dragons was relatively long, usually taking one to two and a half months to Proficient in using Dragonfire.
This young dragon was less than a week old.
"Eat!"
Aerys had no patience, unable to control his voice: "Hurry up and eat, dragons eat goats."
He remembered.
As long as he could command the newborn young dragon to breathe Dragonfire and complete its first meal, it would Initial establishment a connection with the dragon.
"Hiss!"
Toothless' emerald vertical pupils narrowed, imitate Coraxes' posture, lowering its back and puffing out its chest.
Aerys' eyes brightened, pushing the goat closer.
The next second.
"Hiss!!"
Toothless' vertical pupils flashed fiercely, It emitted acrid black smoke from its mouth, Interspersed with tiny, eerie green sparks, straight rush Aerys' face.
"Ah!" Aerys screamed in pain, covering his face.
Varys' face twitched, turning left and right twice before shouting: "Someone, His Majesty has been injured by the young dragon."
The maesters quickly acted, Take out the prepared wound medicine.
At the same time.
Daeron appeared at the Tower of the Hand.
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